User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120318172736/@comment-3474228-20120319022242

After a few moments, the ferret silently steps away and heads into Cavern Hole, where he sees nothing of interest. Continuing through the Abbey, he comes across the kitchen, where he smiles as he takes out a small containing a dark purple liquid. He swiftly disperses the vial's contents into as many things as possible, including a batter to be used to make scones, along with multiple barrels of ale and water.

Noises are heard behind the ferret, and he looks around, looking for a place to hide. Just before an escort of otters carrying the body of their wounded comrade arrive in the kitchen, the ferret dives behind a stack of flour bags in a dusty corner of the kitchens. The otters don't notice this and set about putting their fellow otter atop a table. The injured beast shrieks as the arrow is violently pulled from his back, and his eyes almost close.

"Water! Get the beast some water!" An otter runs over to the nearest jug of water and pours some for the injured otter. He pours some into a cup and gives it to another otter, who dribbles it slowly into the injured one's mouth. After a few tense minutes, the otter's head slowly falls to the side, and the others groan, tears popping out of some eyes. "He 'ad no chance, mate, we tried our best."

The ferret, who can see between a tiny gap between the bags, smiles.